I think about the best death possible
The one that causes least pain and trouble
To those who care about me
But I do not control this
I cannot promise that they will not be burdened
With a long slow costly caring for me
I cannot promise the consolation
Of a considerable inheritance
I do not know what will be
And how it will happen
I cannot draw a line
Reach a point
Where I know it makes no sense to go on
And put an end to it
My life is not my own
I fear G-d
I may think about the best death possible
But I will have the death I am given
And I do not know
I cannot know
What this will be.
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